As usual, Beans’ scattershot sixshooter rhyming in a world-of-his-own leaves English language appreciators scrambling to conclude the Mav’s hidden meanings are mostly codswallop with barely a common thread about them. Briefly pausing to get busy with church bells (‘You’re Dead Let’s Disco’) and a double bass/strimmer combo (‘A Force on Edge’) amidst a mass of rediscovered 80s drum machines and slap-dashes of twizzles and squiggles, the stratospheric self-belief to “rock shit with no sample clearances and no guest appearances/but a reputation of consistent deviation” breeds showmanship at its most dazed, confused and bamboozling.

3 Out Of 5

Reviewed By: Matt Oliver